Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 540 Heaven is deceitful

When Zhao Hao visited the Divine Phoenix Clan in person, he took these pieces of information with him.

He is familiar with these materials, and it is said that they include some of Nan Xuan's writings after massacring the world, his experience in practicing Taoism, his experiences of being suppressed and his happy experiences, as well as the judgment of him by the elders of the Zhongzhou clan, etc.

The Divine Phoenix Clan once said that those "experiences" were too confusing, so they were sealed hundreds of years ago and are a higher level of secret than top secret.

When Bai Bing said, "His current state is similar to Nan Xuan's," he actually felt it. What Bai Bing said further confirmed his thoughts, so he wanted to see these dust-laden histories for himself.

"I didn't expect that I would be as good as Nan Xuan, but it's a pity that I'm not happy." Zhao Hao said to himself.

He really wanted to know how Nan Xuan solved this kind of thing. The person who knew Nan Xuan best was definitely Bai Bing, but he was unwilling to ask him personally. He would never ask him in this life.

He would rather find it himself.

Wow.

Zhao Hao quickly flipped through the book, over and over again. Somehow, this time his memory was particularly clear, with no signs of disappearing or being disturbed.

Soon, he stood up and looked into the distance.

"Nan Xuan really feels that he is being controlled. When a person ascends, his consciousness will be strangled and completely turned into rotten wood.

In this way, everyone has the opportunity to discover the truth, but it is a pity that he can only watch himself die. No one can tell the secret, and no one will believe it if he tells it. How sad.

He practices Taoism and only makes wedding clothes."

Zhao Hao's heart was clogged. If he had seen it earlier, he would definitely not be like this.

But he quickly gave up the idea. Even if he had seen it earlier, he would never believe it. The philosophy of the Immortal Family was too deep-rooted, and the paranoia in his heart could not be changed without seeing the truth.

"No wonder the ascended people never went down to the lower world. It turned out that they all died and turned into more poisonous things. They used the power of the ascended people's blessing to poison future generations.

But why do you do this?"

Zhao Hao continued to think and began to deduce.

Now, he has decent thoughts, the knowledge of evil cultivation, and the most serious consciousness pollution. He can deduce the results with his toes.

Soon, he got the result.

It still shocked him.

"The person who truly becomes a god will refine the world and refine everyone's will into a weapon. Can he control the entire world with just one thought?"

Zhao Hao said to himself that he was still shocked when he got this result and experienced strong winds and waves.

If so, what is this world?

It is nothing more than a cold machine that allows people to manipulate memories, thoughts, and even behaviors.

They thought they were living in a fairyland of eternal prosperity, but in fact they were in a slaughterhouse that had been cleaned of filth and blood. They lined up one by one, fighting to ascend and be harvested.

Speeches such as "evil cultivators" and "zerg races" have been completely wiped out, and the world is unified and there are no more aliens.

Zhao Hao felt cold all over.

What is it that wants to turn living people and a world full of vitality into a huge machine with only cold order?

Is this the reason why he insists on letting "the way of heaven collapse" and "the world be destroyed"?

Zhao Hao was a little silent.

He suddenly had some admiration for Wuji Sect.

…

Suddenly, he felt someone beside him. When he looked up, he saw three double figures.

They slowly closed together and formed an old man with kind eyes.

"Child, I told you back then that people's interests conflict with each other. If you want to gain great freedom, you must learn to ignore some evils."

The old man was naturally Zhao Hao's master, but this time Zhao Hao was no longer surprised, he watched calmly.

The old man sighed, "Being integrated with the way of heaven is the great freedom. This world is full of evil, so it is a beautiful thing to make it orderly."

Zhao Hao stared at it for a moment and said:

"You can look directly at my thoughts, which is really convincing.

It's a pity that you have lied to me once, so you will never lie to me again."

He didn't know what it was that was parasitic in his body, let's just call it an inner demon.

This time he chose to close his mind and not think about it, just to see what he could do.

After thinking this, the old man's figure disappeared.

There was nothing in front of me, nothing appeared again.

"It gave up?"

Zhao Hao thought to himself and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

Snap!

He felt that his body was trembling, countless meridians were broken, reorganized and strengthened, and immortal energy was emitting from his pores.

His expression changed.

All the "dragon energy" is integrated!

In an instant, he underwent an unimaginable transformation. He found that his fingertips and toes became as white as jade, followed by a cold feeling. This feeling spread along the fingertips to his arms and to his shoulders.

Wherever it passed, the skin was as white as jade, and it didn't stop until it reached the neck.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with fairy energy. Fairy vines like ivy sprouted and blossomed on the ground around him, but there were only stones on the ground and no soil.

Soon the entire secret room was covered with fairy vines, full of fruits that could move on their own, and even the leaves were swaying on their own.

If it had been before, he would have been pleasantly surprised, but looking at it now, he just felt weird.

He touched his neck.

Only the head has not transformed. Is it because my life is still stubbornly resisting?

He suddenly felt sad. He was mostly buried in the ground, but his body was still struggling hard to keep himself alive, but now he could only see the immortal energy.

"We can only try that method."

Zhao Hao picked up the "Nanxuan Rebellion Record" and pulled out a thin booklet. This is one of the most confidential things in it, and it is also the most widely circulated thing in the world.

Qingxin Sutra.

However, this is the original work, which has the effect of dispelling illusions and gaining insight into reality, but it is too powerful, and it has almost escaped death. What is circulated outside is an adaptation, and no one knows who created it and who passed it on.

"Since I have reached the end of my cultivation, I will take a look at this evil cultivation."

Zhao Hao smiled, picked up the booklet, and studied it carefully.

After a few breaths, he started to use unfamiliar mental methods, his true energy reversed, and he felt the terrifying power of being possessed.

The sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, the meridians were shattered, and the Nascent Soul collapsed and reconnected. He found that he seemed to have an immortal body, and there was not as much risk as he said. The cultivation was countless times smoother than he expected.

In this way, he felt a slight sense of loss.

Open your eyes and face the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror.

He saw that the bright fairy spirit around him was no longer there, and there was only a person in the mirror who was covered in gray and black, like a rotten wood and a corpse. The man's skin was full of holes, like a rotten rag. If he moved casually, the holes would appear.

Heavy gray mist was pushed out, making the surrounding floor dirty.

Is this the spirit of immortality?

Occasionally, there is a navy blue gray mist crawling out from the neck like a snake, looking around. There are also "snakes" of other colors swimming inside the body, occasionally visible through the holes in the skin.

He has become a nest of snakes.

Bang.

He suddenly slapped it away with his palm, and the man in the bronze mirror twisted and deformed, falling apart along with the mirror.

Colorful bile-like things clung to the bronze mirror, making a hissing sound and annihilating the fragments.

"The way of heaven is unkind and treats all things like pigs and dogs."

Zhao Hao was indifferent, no longer surprised or sad, he had lost his emotions.

But, even if you are a pig or a dog, you will bite back.

If you pollute my body and erode my intelligence, then you can't even think about it.

"Incarnation of heaven? Don't even think about it." He lowered his head, looked at the face in the last broken bronze mirror, and said.

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(End of chapter)